It sucks how my friends have a tendency to fail me. I'm leaving tomorrow, and nobody's even called me to at least try and hang out. Or when we were supposed to hang out they stand me up. Like Hi, I'm Ala, I'm your friend, and I'm moving to the other side of the continent, and you don't even seem to care. Thanks. Love you too. Everybody knows that if one of my close friends was leaving, the way that I am, I'd throw them a going away party, and try and invite everybody that they know. But me? Nope, no party, nada, not even a luncheon. Levi promised that he'll see me again before I leave, and has he? Nope, ofcourse not. Makes it even easier to leave. Screw you guys. In a week I will be in San Francisco, and it will be the best time in life.